"My youth prevents me from being upset?" Meng Yao raised his eyebrows and then shook his head, in disbelief. This punk didn't look any older than him so why was he trying to police his misery. He was allowed to be upset. Nothing ever went his way. He was broke, he worked 12 hour days, he had no friends or family and the last girl he got anywhere with wanted a very expensive dinner out. At that shitheads restaurant.

He refused to ever give that man any of his money... not that his boycott mattered, he was broke.

"If you could fix it, it would help. If you give me a follow up number." He didn't want to risk losing it. "How much?"